Song – Funky In The Country
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Song Notes
Swinging, uptempo, humorous view of hanging out, playing in the country.
LYRIC
Funky in the Country
Barefoot gravel’s gettin’ kinda tricky
Blowin’ my nose on a windy bit o’ shirt tail
Goin’ back home where it’s funky in the country
Have an afternoon o’ sunshine
Skip a rock, maybe kick a tin can
Set the sinker on a trout line
We’ll have a time
Wadin’ in the water, playin’ by the creek side
Tryin’ to catch a crawdad, smoke a little grapevine
Wonder where my dog went, supper’s comin’ sundown
Love it out here where it’s funky in the country
Can’t take the hustle in the city
Too fast, I gotta get a slowdown
Out where it’s peaceful and it’s pretty
Suits me just fine
Chop a little stove wood, stack it on the woodpile
Baitin’ up a trout line, tryin’ to catch a bullhead
Jumpin’ out the hayloft, landin’ on a haystack
It blows my mind
The sun is sinkin’ on the hillside
They’re horseshoe pitchin’ in the backyard
Maybe sip a little moonshine,
White lightnin’ time
Honey love is callin’, supper’s on the table
Later on the front porch, rockin’ in the glider
We agree that we love it in the country
It’s lovely lovin’ in the country
Have an afternoon o’ sunshine
Skip a rock, maybe kick a tin can
Set the sinker on a trout line
We’ll have a time
Walk about a mile with Joey, Ted and Mickey
Barefoot gravel’s gettin’ kinda tricky
Blowin’ my nose on a windy bit o’ shirt tail
Goin’ back home where it’s funky in the country
Goin’ back home where it’s funky in the country
Goin’ back home where it’s funky in the country
Words & music by Bob Gibson and Terry Talbot
© Creation date 1975 CR PA Melody Trails 1978
Funky in the Country
Funky in the Country
Funky in the Country
